Gray, between black and white.

The gold road's sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
The gold road's sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
(Fool's Gold)

I'm so nervous because I will know the result of the examination of my first choice tomorrow. My heart was beating too fast to sit calmly and to stay without doing anything, so I made up my mind to believe today's weather fortune-telling. It means, fine-weather means I can pass, rain means I'll be rejected. I would rather rain because the one that I thought not to go well can make me feel refreshed more. It was raining hardly a little last night. So I didn't expect the weather. In a sense, I expected the rain so much. But this morning, it's not rain. It's cloudy. OMG! I didn't think of the cloudy. I'm wondering what I should think, and I'm walking around in my room.


I've been hating everything, everything that could have been
Could have been my anything, now everything's embarrassing
Acting like it's nothing; such a bore
I saw the truth and I just can't ignore
You're trying to hold the heart that can't be stored
Say I tried to give my best before
You wouldn't have the chance to give me more
You're only one step closer to the door
(Everything Is Embarrassing)